Not A Confession But To Whoever That Private/hidden Account Is Who Keeps Liking My Confessions I Hope

not a confession but to whoever that private/hidden account is who keeps liking my confessions i hope you know you're the only motherfucker who's right about anything besides me -☁️❌

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i do not understand what you are saying, friend

Siomhh <3 domu❤️☺️👍🏻

i have absolutely no idea what your saying but that is so epic man

i am drtinking. a VERY high.y caffinated teaa im oging to BOUNCE off of the Fucking Walls. (It is 8pm Btw.)

bringing yet another culinary horror from the russian internet here

3_rublya, well, i wanted to bake a duck for New Year. Just before the New Year’s Eve it suddenly turned out that there are no whole ducks in the store, just the parts. I made the strategic decision to buy a bunch of duck parts and cook them. At home, I got upset that I won’t have a whole duck, and I tried to restore the duck from breasts and legs by sewing them together. At this point it turned out that each tray I bought had not two but three legs, so overall there were six, five of which were left ones. While I was sewing the duck together, I stained it with the food dye my sister spilled while making pryaniks (the pryaniks were good, by the way), and the duck started looking like it has gone moldy or expired. I couldn’t stand for this injustice and entirely covered it with dye to hide the stains. And then I also shoved some celery and oranges up its ass, just because I could.

Written by zapivaet i zaedaet, today at 15.28